This has been a blasted weird day already, he thought to himself, begrudgingly opening his wings to flit towards the door to the TARDIS.
Tag: Bowman
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“Oh, I don’t think you’d be too shabby,” she put in encouragingly. “Even with your wings, there’s loads of places you could–”
A SLAM cut her sentence short and caused Bowman’s wings to flare out entirely as the Doctor burst back into the TARDIS, followed by him rushing around the console flipping switches and throwing levers on the way.
“Fell through the rift again,” he explained shortly, teeth clenched in concentration as he worked the controls. “Came pretty close this time, though! I think we can beat that time! Hang on to something, you two! Allons-y!” Bowman stared at him in confusion and shock.
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“So you … do you live in here? Or is it just more like a … a car? I’ve heard of those.”
Zepheera looked up at Bowman and decided that this was a rather troublesome angle for conversation. She glanced around, finding a length of hose that connected the console to the ceiling somewhere. It ran right up the side of the monitor, and the ridges all along it would make scaling it a breeze. She strode over and answered Bowman as she climbed.
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“Guess I made your human mad,” he quipped, frustration still lacing his voice. It wasn’t for her or for anyone; Bowman’s frustration was a shield for himself to hide his fear and confusion.
“Ah, don’t worry about him,” Zepheera shrugged. “He’ll get over himself in no time. Deep down he’s just a grumpy old man, all bark and no bite. At least, as far as we’re concerned.”
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One second, Bowman flew through the trees, dodging around branches and trunks in an effort to lose the thing pursuing him. It was persistent. Every time he was certain it was left behind, the thing crashed forward faster than it should be able to on powerful legs, trying to catch up to him.
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“I’m Bowman. If there’s something dangerous, I’m going now,”